Sunday was the inaugural (I would assume so) running of the Vista Grand Prix in the affluent and overly gentrified Vista neighborhood in Columbia. Hawley cohorts Teenwolf, Kyle and Will decided to put their money where their collective mouth is and sign up for the always exciting and always sketchy Cat 5 race. Teenwolf was on his Storck while Kyle rode a company loaner (it's for sale too!). Will went "all Belgian on us" and brought his Van Dessel cross bike. As far as the race was concerned, very little happened. A few sandbaggers ended up stomping the finish sprint. Teenwolf finished 8th while Will nipped a resurgent Kyle at the line. Most importantly, inside sales' resident nonagenarian (to the millionth power) Brantley showed up with his wife and daughter in tow! The old geezer reminisced about the glory days, and his disputed chariot race loss to Diomedes at the funeral games of Patroclus. "You shoulda seen me! I was a full length ahead of Diomedes with 20 yards to go when that whipper snapper threw sand in my trusty steed's eye, causing my chariot to veer off course, costing me the race! You want some of these pickled prunes? They keep the Tourette's at bay!" After a few more interminable anecdotes, including a prurient encounter with Toulouse-Lautrec at a Parisian absinthe parlor, we bid Brantley and the Vista Grand Prix adieu and returned to our homes to watch football and eat things of a fried variety...

Will rounds a turn while simultaneously getting awesome...
Mustache:1, weird Spanish dudes: zero...
"I made poop in my bibs... TWICE!!!"
Young master Kyle's loaner....
Oh my God, that pink frisbee is freakin' awesome!!!